Oh, sunshine, an eclipse has shown you true
In your warmth roses grew, but in cold they freeze
Send me searching, grow my garden anew
Love blown away, thin, leaves in the autumn breeze
Away with thee, foul torturer, begone
Malefic specter of my hope filled dream
Foul Raven causing my visions to wan
My life, my love, from my heart do you ream
Once, you a dove, a symbol of my love
But since, your pristine feathers have turned black
A gift, from the dark pit to which you shove
Not enough on my barren field you track
Even though you hurt, destroy, and you maim
Impossible, I find, to give you blame